Wild and Young at Heart
CHAPTER 1: Miles to Go…
England
It was a typical day in the downtown London police station. Thieves, crooks, deadbeats, whatever you want to call them had a story to tell. 'It wasn't my fault…she slipped on her bloody rug' one of the men in handcuffs said. 'Yeah but she fell on her bloody rug while chasing after your ass, who happen to have her new telly in your hands' an officer argued. The age limit on these criminals didn't have a limit. Young fellows who had the guts to try and play 'bad boy' were welcome by the police, however, they weren't welcome with hugs and kisses.
On the east end of the police station was where the young bad girls and boys were stored, receiving there punishments. Parents walked in and out all the same, pissed off and looking for an ear to pull off. However, this day had one parent that didn't look like all the others. He was dressed in business clothes and wore glasses. By the tired look on his face and hair color, he looked like he was in his mid- 50s. He walked to the front desk of the police station nervously.
The officer looked up at him, and by taking one glance at the well dressed man he asked, "You a lawyer?"
"What?" the well dressed British man asked, "No…I'm Rupert Giles."
"Oh right…" the policeman nodded, "the rich guy."
Mr. Giles raised an eyebrow at the officer's comment.
"I'm here for William Daniels…" Mr. Giles said.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." The officer said and grabbed a bunch of keys of his desk, "We've been expecting you for some time to come and bail this boy out. You know you could have just paid by wiring the money." The officer started looking through his big ring of keys.
"Yes I know but I feel this matter needed me to be here." Mr. Giles explained.
"Whatever." The officer grumbled and then found the right key, "Come with me."
Mr. Giles and the officer walked down a hallway of ceils that were filled with troubled teens that wore dark clothes, long chains, ear rings, and tattoos. Giles frowned at the young lads when he saw some that looked afraid.
"Mr. Daniels…" the policeman said when he reached a certain ceil, "You have a visitor." He put the key in the hole and let open the gate.
Giles stood his distance away from the bars and waited till a young teen that could be no older than seventeen came out.
The boy was wearing dirty dark blue jeans and big dark gray T-shirt. His hair was bleached blonde and his eyes were a nice shade of blue. On his face he played the miserable teenager look. When he was out of the ceil he was face to face with Mr. Giles.
"Hello." Mr. Giles said to William.
William looked at Mr. Giles for a moment and then turned away.
"Come on…the two of you could talk down the hall." The officer said.
They walked into a small room down the hallway. In the middle of the room there was a small table with two chairs opposite of each other.
"I'm giving you twenty minutes…you can decide what you want to do with him." The policeman said to Mr. Giles.
"Thank you." Mr. Giles said.
William sat down in one of the chairs and took a pack of cigarettes out and lit one up. The officer and Mr. Giles looked at the boy take a puff without care.
"I say there is no hope for this boy." The officer said and started towards the door.
"See ya Randy." William called out to the officer. The only response the kid got was the slam of the door.
"William…" Giles began once the officer was out of the room.
"Call me Spike…" the young boy said.
"Uh…excuse me?" Giles asked.
"Spike…everyone calls me Spike now." He told a drag from his cigarette. "And by the way who called you and told you I was here?"
"You're grandmother actually…" Mr. Giles stared at Spike, "She told me about your trouble and your…mother and father's passing…I'm sorry."
Spike looked away, trying to avoid Mr. Giles pity face.
"You weren't sorry before. You've been gone for years. They died five years ago Rups." Spike said harshly.
"I heard…" Giles looked down.
"Thought you and my parents were better friends than that…I guess money changes people." Spike said, "You moved to California with all those Abercrombie and Fitch wankers and married some rich gal."
"I guess you would see it that way…" Giles said.
"I guess I would. So… why'd you come back?" Spike asked, "Here to catch on old times? As I recall when you were here last I thought Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were about the best thing…"
"I heart you destroyed some property…stole a car."
"Yeah…so…wasn't my idea…was a bunch of other wankers idea." Spike said and took a drag, "I was just along for the ride."
"Why'd you follow them?" Giles asked seriously and walked over to the other empty chair and sat down.
Spike shrugged and looked down.
"William—Spike…" Giles corrected himself, "You're heading down a dangerous path…"
"Well I'm a dangerous guy." Spike said while giving Giles a hard look.
"I don't think that's true…" Giles said, "I remember a sweet young man."
"Well that was then and this is now." Spike argued.
"I think this bad boy thing is just an act…" Giles said.
"What do you want from me? Huh! You don't give a bloody damn about me. You don't even know me." Spike shot out.
"I did…we were practically family." Giles started, "I know I can't fix the past—"
"You got that bloody right." Spike mumbled.
"But I can fix what's going to happen…" Spike looked up at that comment, "I want to help."
"Now how you going to do that?" Spike dared Giles.
"Well…" Giles thought about it and looked up at Spike, "Ever think about living in California?"
And with that question all Spike did was stare at Giles.
TBC…more characters, including Buffy will be coming. What do you think?